Painting more spring breeze is worthless, and a sapphire is half a branch. ?
Birds in the rising sun forest in the mountains support acacia in February.
The wonderful fragrance on the top of the mountain
Being on the top of Qian Shan, the rock is deep and deep, with strong fragrance. ?
If there are no idle clouds under your feet, you will not know each other. ?
Orchids in the mountains
It is this flower that lives in seclusion through the ages, not asking for Wen Da, but asking for misty clouds. ?
Pick firewood or fear the road, but also take a mountain to build. ?
Draw orchids
Orchids grow on the top of rocks, and their fragrance floats among rocks, emitting beautiful flowers in prominent rocks and cracks between rocks. ?
It's not that the clouds are rolling under our feet, but that orchids don't want to ignore them, and they don't know when they will come or when they will leave.
These poems are all descriptions of orchids by Zheng Banqiao (Zheng Kerou), a literati painter in Qing Dynasty.
One night, a thief entered Zheng Banqiao's yard. As an official, Zheng Banqiao was not afraid of stealing, but worried that the thief would knock over his orchid. He was even more worried that the thief would be bitten by the little yellow dog, so he "presented" a poem in the dark: "It's raining late at night, and the gentleman on the beam enters our door." The thief was frightened and was about to hide, but he heard Zheng Banqiao sing, "There are ten thousand volumes of poetry in his belly, but there is no gold or silver at the bedside." The thief understood this and knew it was a hint, so he turned around quickly. Zheng also went on to chant, "Don't scare the yellow-flowered dog when you go out, and don't damage the orchid pot when you cross the wall." The thief was very grateful, so he climbed the wall carefully and went out. He heard a very kind voice: "It's not cold to wear clothes. Catch up with the giant in the moonlight." This poem reflects Zheng Banqiao's sympathy for the "gentleman on the beam" and hatred for the giant. Such earnest exhortation and earnest words really make the thief feel a little warm. ?
Reward: it's raining, the night is heavy, and the gentleman on the beam enters our door. There are thousands of poems in the belly, but there is no gold and silver at the bedside. Don't be surprised when you go out, and don't damage the basin when you go through the wall. It was not as cold as wearing clothes, so I caught up with the giant in the moonlight.